Howl of the Winter Gale - text
Ab aeterno,
Howl of the winter gale,
Ad astra ignotus mortem.
Howl of the winter gale,
Ad astra ignotus mortem.
Morrow awoke believed and ill,
To claim my brittle bones,
A loathsome curse is life amidst the cold,
The rising sun brings no warmth,
To my aching soul,
My cries transpose themselves,
As shadows in caves of stone.
To claim my brittle bones,
A loathsome curse is life amidst the cold,
The rising sun brings no warmth,
To my aching soul,
My cries transpose themselves,
As shadows in caves of stone.
Shadow befell the heart of night,
Darkness partook of me,
Condemned to dust the light departed reach,
Thunderous wind upon the frost,
Ices ore the plains,
A chalice of death is mine to quench the pain.
Darkness partook of me,
Condemned to dust the light departed reach,
Thunderous wind upon the frost,
Ices ore the plains,
A chalice of death is mine to quench the pain.
Reklama